Page 2240 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

BRUTUS

I do not like your faults. [140]

CASSIUS
A friendly eye could never see such faults.

BRUTUS
A flatterer’s would not, though they do appear
As huge as high Olympus.

CASSIUS
Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,

Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, [145]
For Cassius is aweary of the world:
Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;
Checked like a bondman; all his faults observed,

Set in a notebook, learned and conned by rote
To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep [150]
My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast; within, a heart

Dearer than Pluto’s mine, richer than gold.
If that thou be’st a Roman, take it forth;
I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart. [155]
Strike as thou didst at Caesar; for I know,

When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov’dst him better
Than ever thou lov’dst Cassius.

BRUTUS
Sheathe your dagger.
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope.

Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. [160]
O Cassius, you are yokèd with a lamb
That carries anger as the flint bears fire,
Who, much enforcèd, shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.

CASSIUS

Hath Cassius lived